the game junior reid
dre i see dead people
modern vampires of the city
hunting blood
blood
blood
yo dre
thought i was dead
west coast
one blood one blood one blood one blood
the game
i’m the doctor’s advocate nigga dre shot ya
brought me back from the dead
that’s why they call him the doctor
the ‘math gon’ drop him
and 50 ain’t rocking with him no more
it’s okay i get it popping
whole club rocking like a sixfour impala
drink cris’ throw it up call the shit hydraulics
then piss in the cup call the shit hpnotiq brrrrat
i bleed compton spit crack and shit chronic
and you new niggas ain’t shit but new niggas
bathing apeshoe niggas i’m talking to you niggas
bouncing in the ’64 throwing up west side man
sell another 5 million albums yes i am
fresh like damn this nigga did it again
a hundred thousand on his neck la above the brim
inside the lambo shotgun with snoop
what would the muthafuckin’ west coast be
without one crip and
junior reid
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the game
i’m from the westside of the sixfour impala
where niggas say where you from
we don’t never say harlem
bandanna on the right side gun on the left side
niggas in new york know how to throw up the westside
word to eazy i’m so ill believe me
i made room for jeezy
but the rest of you niggas better be glad you breathing
all i need is one reason
i’m the king and dre said it the west coast need me
i don’t know why you niggas keep trying me
everybody know that i’m the heir to the aftermath dynasty
and i ain’t gotta make shit for the club
what dj gon’ turn down the thirtyeight snub
you 8 and you still rapping ughhh
i’m 6 nigga so is the dubs
on the ’07 hummer hop out no bodyguards
when the chronic smoke clear all you gon’ see is
junior reid
one blood
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the game
i ain’t got beef with 50 no beef with jay
what’s beef when you getting head in the sixtrey
and the double game chain i keep ’em on display
black tshirt so all you see is the a
turn on the tv and all you see is the a
you niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play
keep on snapping your fingers i ain’t going away
i don’t regret what i spit ’cause i know what i say
and niggas talking about me they don’t know when to stop
i got the louis vuitton belt buckle holding the glock
no beam no silencer i know when to pop
wait ’til lil jon come on and let off a shot
i had the number one billboard spot
niggas stepped on my fingers and i climb right back to the top
i’m big i’m cube i’m nas i’m pac
this ain’t shit but a warning ’til my album drop
junior reid
one blood
one blood
one blood
one blood
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Artist: The Game Featuring Junior Reid
Year: 2006
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 385